Preacher, Preacher

As you entered the church proper, Pastor Amanda, the officiant for the wedding, was already waiting for you at the front of the church. You had already met her a few times for pre wedding meetings and counselling with Sarah and you don't remember her dressing for them anything like she was dressed today.

Her black leather pants and top clung to her shapely figure like a second skin, accenting every inch of it and displaying a cleavage your eyes became trapped in. Her long, blonde hair was draped over her shoulders, framing a stunningly beautiful face. She looked more like a goddess than a pastor and exuded pure sexual energy.

You felt nervous being around her, especially with the way she was looking at you. It was almost as if she could see right through you. Her eyes seemed to pierce your soul. But despite the unease her presence caused you, you couldn't help but be drawn to her. There was something about her that was magnetic. Something that made you want to get closer to her, to find out more about her.

She looked up and saw you staring at her incredible body and licked her lips. "Excuse the street wear, obviously for the ceremony I'll wear something a little bit more wedding appropriate." she broke the silence. Her suggestion that what she was wearing was what she considered to be street wear made her look even hotter to you.

"Groom up front please, everyone else at the back. Mother and father of the groom should be set to enter first. Then the groom's brother will escort in the bride's mother. Best man you'll be coming in with the Maid of Honor next. And of course the bride and her father are last.".

As you'd been approaching the front you caught an emphasis on that word last that almost made it sound like an insult of some sort. When you got up front, she motioned to a spot near her to stand. When you stood with a bit of distance between you and her, she placed her hand on your shoulder and moved you closer. "Stand closer, Bill, I won't bite, and from the very front you'll be able to get a better view of your beautiful bride."

The words beautiful and bride had an emphasis on them that made it seem like an insult.

"Now, turn to face the people coming in.", she said. The moment you did you felt her hand on your ass and her breath on your ear. "My outfit for the ceremony won't be entirely wedding appropriate. I see how much you like this outfit. You should see what I wear for private counselling sessions. You should probably have one before the wedding. Meet me here early tomorrow and I'll make sure to get you all straightened out. It'll be a very hard session I suspect."

The implication of her words and actions were clear. She was going to continue this seduction during your wedding counselling session.

She then let go of your ass, called to the back for your parents to start the procession, and returned to her position at the front of the room.

Throughout the rehearsal, Pastor Amanda kept finding excuses to correct your posture or your movements. She would press very close against you each time, making sure her body was molded to yours. She also found many opportunities to correct Sarah - and each time she would position herself and Sarah so that your bride couldn't see her. Then Amanda would lick her lips, or caress her exposed bosom, before looking down at your crotch and smiling, seeing your trousers becoming increasingly tight in that area.

When the rehearsal ended you went out for drinks with the men in the wedding party, but you knew that midnight was rapidly approaching. And with it, Tara's invitation. You knew you had to make a decision soon - either meet Tara or go home to your fiancée.